by Robin Gideon
Looking down at the beautiful young man on his knees, Adam told himself that he would never—not ever!—do anything that would jeopardize this relationship. After years of wildly intemperate promiscuity, he had finally found the men that he wanted to be with—not just tonight in bed, but for the rest of his life. And since he was a man worth a billion dollars—actually, more than that, if he was honest with himself and his accountants—he had the power to make sure that no one could in any way jeopardize the paradise that he had created for himself, and the two men in his life.
“So…good,” he said quietly as Jared used the flat part of his tongue against the underside of Adam’s cockhead. “I love the way you do that.”
With a hand that trembled only a little considering the circumstances, Adam reached down and smoothed a lock of silky hair behind Jared’s ear as he nodded slowly back and forth over Adam’s cock. The young man’s hair smelled delicately of some shampoo that Adam did not recognize. Adam wondered whether or not his hair was actually as soft as it seemed, or whether he was letting his rapidly over-heating libido let his lust do his thinking for him.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s made me mindless because of my desire for him, he thought.
The tingling in his balls was becoming significantly more than insistent, and Adam knew that he either had to turn Jared’s attention in another direction, or he would come in less than half a minute. Literally, those were the only two options he had.
With his hand still fisted in Jared’s hair, Adam pulled the young man away from himself and directed him toward Michael. It wasn’t necessarily what anyone would consider an act of kindness.
It’s almost worth it to leave Jared on a business trip…just to have the homecoming! Adam thought, but even as he thought that, he remembered how bitterly he had missed Jared’s companionship when he had been on the road, travelling from this foreign capital to that one. And then there were those godawful hours in airports. And even though he’d had Michael with him, whenever the two of them were together, they always knew that they were truly, on an emotional level, a threesome…and that one of the three was missing, which made them less than whole.
Adam watched as Jared pleasured Michael, and he felt a very gentle sensual delight in knowing that his life was returning to normal. It was as though for a short while things hadn’t been right, but they were now. He was a businessman to the very core of his heart and soul, but one of the best things about being in business was being able to share the financial gifts he had achieved upon people who had sacrificed their time and energy with him. The loved ones in his life were about to share in his bounty.
As he watched Jared sucking softly and sensually on Michael’s cock, he began to think about what shopping expedition would please the young man the most.
A travel vacation would please him the most, Adam thought. Jared doesn’t really care all that much about fine clothes. He smiled. He’s the least avaricious poor boy I’ve ever known. And he loves me. A shiver went through Adam as he watched Jared’s lips sliding down the shaft of Michael’s cock. And I love him.
“I need,” Adam heard himself say, his tone very soft and casual, “some attention.”
It was only the Alpha Dom in him that kept him from whispering words of obsequious praise when he felt Jared’s lips surround the head of his cock, and felt the firm, loving vacuum that was immediately applied. Jared wasn’t just good at giving blow jobs…he was an artist.
The names of several deities were muttered when Adam felt Jared’s tongue begin to work its magic. He tried to speak. He found he couldn’t. He tried once again, and managed to croak out, “Jared, you’re the…”
Adam was trying to hold his climax back when he opened his eyes and looked out through the slightly opened door to his office—and found himself looking directly into the eyes of the most handsome young man he’d ever seen in his life…and who he’d never seen. The young man was perhaps an inch or two under six feet tall, with a slender but muscular build. On his head was an untidy mop of streaky blond hair. If he owned a comb, he didn’t use it very often, choosing instead to just run fingers through his hair to keep the strands off his forehead. But most striking of all—even from a distance—was his eyes. They were ocean blue, and Adam knew he had never seen more beautiful eyes.
Fuck, Adam thought, a moment later. Human Resources is going to kill me for this.
Adam was looking into the young stranger’s eyes when he climaxed in Jared’s mouth. Even though his climax was explosive, he never closed his eyes. Through his orgasm, he kept eye contact with the beautiful stranger.
It was an experience unlike any he’d had before in his life.
He was a man of considerable—some might say, with plenty of justification, promiscuous—sensual experience. But never had he ever climaxed into a lover’s mouth while looking into the startling blue eyes of someone who he had never seen before. There weren’t a lot of firsts in his life anymore—not after the life he’d led—but this was one of them.
This can’t be good, Adam told himself as the last of his passion was drained from him by Jared’s energetically sucking mouth. Under the circumstances, Jared’s mouth was almost an afterthought.
“Stop,” he said then, because Jared was continuing to suck, just in case Adam had a second orgasm that he was interested in achieving. It wouldn’t be the first time that such a thing had happened, and both Adam and Jared knew it.
The office door closed, and the gorgeous young man disappeared.
Chapter 3
Adam was trying to concentrate on the various tasks that plagued him, but it was impossible for him to forget that he’d been watched climaxing into the mouth of his young and beautiful administrative assistant. That was something that was more than just an “oops” moment in his professional life—and he’d gotten caught at it, too.
He kept waiting with dread for the call from Human Resources. Adam knew he wouldn’t lose his job, but the conversation would be embarrassing as hell. Technically, he doubted it was even possible for him to lose his job. There were certain advantages to being the grandson of one of the five founders of a Fortune 100 company. That certainly helped. It also helped that he was one of the principal stockholders, and whether anyone liked it or not, stockholders had one hell of a lot of sway in what did or didn’t happen in a company. “Money talk and bullshit walks” was more than just a cliché—it was a fact of business life in the United States and throughout the world.
Still, a young man witnessing sodomy in an executive’s office during work hours could make for a public relations nightmare.
What does it cost these days to buy a young man’s silence?
Adam didn’t know. It had been a few years since he’d had to concern himself with such matters. When he was younger and infinitely more cavalier with things that occurred below the belt, he often found himself having to soothe the conscience of this or that young man, who though willingly jumped into Adam’s bed, afterward had his doubts—which could all be soothed with this or that amount of money. Or perhaps a luxury sports car would do the trick. Curious how that always happened, he thought bitterly.
Back then Adam always promised himself that he’d never again make a mistake like that again, the promise to himself made with the sincerest of intentions, only to be ignored the first moment another young man with a tight ass and an empty wallet turned a flirtatious gaze in his direction.
There was the rap of knuckles against his office door. Two short and a long. That meant that it was Jared, and this brought a smile to Adam’s lips. There weren’t many people on the planet that Adam would gladly see at that moment, but his young administrative assistant—who also happened to be his lover—was one of them. Jared was always welcome…under any circumstance.
“Come in, Jared,” Adam called out, glad for the intrusion. He needed someone to take his thoughts way from what he was convinced would be a Human Resources nightmare. The last thing in the world he wanted to do wa
s to explain this faux paus to his mother, who for years had taken a decidedly dim view of his after-hours entertainments. And she inveigled her way into his life in more ways than he cared to admit.
The door opened, and Jared stuck his head into the office. He was smiling. The look on his face always lightened Adam’s heart.
“I have someone here for you to meet,” Jared said, enthusiasm in his voice. Adam’s pulse accelerated as it always did whenever he heard that tone. “It’s your new intern.” Then, under his breath, he added, “Be nice. He’s a good guy. He’s going to work out great!”
Adam rolled his eyes expressively, and sighed. There were times when Jared could be overly protective and controlling. Not common traits in a sub, though almost a job requirement in a trusted administrative assistant.
The door opened wide, and Jared escorted in a shockingly gorgeous young man that Adam had seen once before. He’d been looking into the young man’s eyes at exactly the same moment he was coming in Jared’s mouth. That had happened just hours earlier.
The moment their gazes met, Adam felt his throat tighten, and even though he properly rose to his feet, it took him a moment to extend his hand. He couldn’t look anywhere but into the young man’s heart-stopping gaze, which was the bluest and most beautiful that Adam had ever seen.
“Adam, I’d like you to meet your new intern for the summer, Evan. Evan, I’d like you to meet one of the men you’re going to be working for this summer, Adam.”
“Nice to meet you,” Adam said. It was difficult to get the few words out of his throat. His mouth had suddenly gone dry as a bone. He was a man accustomed to tense situations, but this was entirely new to him.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Evan replied, his hand still in Adam’s.
While still holding his hand, Adam said, “Considering how close we’re going to be working together during the next few months, I think it would be best if you called me Adam. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” Evan said, a slow blush coloring his cheeks and throat. After several seconds, he added, “Sir.” There was tension in his tone.
Jared laughed softly at that, which broke the tension. He said, “I think we’re all going to get along famously.”
* * * *
“Aren’t they just the most handsome men you’ve ever worked for?” Jared said, practically gushing. He had just finished introducing Evan to Michael and Adam. “And they’re really great guys. They might work you like a rented mule, but they pay interns one hell of a lot more than most companies, and they’ll treat you with respect.” He paused. “And if you’ve got to look at two men all day, what more could you ask for?”
Evan looked at Jared, and every time he did—even though he didn’t want to—he thought about the time, just hours earlier, he had looked through the narrow opening in the door and into the executive office, and watched as Jared slowly, alternately, gave blow jobs to the men he was now singing the praises of. It took great effort to pretend he had not seen what he had seen. One could deny the past, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.
His heart had nearly seized up in his chest the moment he realized he was being introduced to the man who had looked into his eyes, then shivered as he unleashed his semen into Jared’s mouth.
A moment in life like that was hard to forget. More than likely, it was impossible to forget.
Evan wanted to admit to Jared the truth of what he’d accidentally witnessed, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t imagine a way he could describe the truth of the moment without sounding like an intentional voyeur.
Jared was changing several potted plants that were hanging from the ceiling. Apparently Adam liked to have the plants changed in the outer office every month. Jared was sitting on a ladder, making minute adjustments to the spider plant in the pot, and Evan was watching his movements with feigned interest.
He’s having an affair with both of the men he works for, Evan thought, then closed his eyes and gave his head a little shake in an effort to clear his thinking. He couldn’t imagine a scenario where he would have an affair with two men at the same time, much less letting them both know what shenanigans he was up to, much less letting his ménage love life occur not only during office hours, but in the office itself! Evan could never imagine himself being so bold. He loved sex with men as much as the next guy, but there were lines one simply didn’t cross.
“How long have you worked for them now?” Evan asked. It seemed an innocent enough question. He suspected that nothing was truly all that innocent when it came to Jared, and his relationship with the two men Evan now worked for.
“I started out as an intern, same as you,” Jared said. It was clear that most of his concentration was on the plant. “That was nearly three years ago. Back then we had a secretary, but she went on maternity leave, and Adam and Michael just never replaced her. I kept taking more and more of her duties, and when she said she didn’t want to come back—she wanted to stay at home and be a full-time mom—her job and all the duties that went with became mine.” He remained sitting on the ladder, but he looked down at Evan. “It worked out better than I possibly could have hoped for. Working here has truly been a dream come true, though I didn’t realize it to begin with.”
Getting laid by the two men you work for is a surprise bonus, I suppose, Evan thought with equal measures of enviousness and jealousy.
* * * *
Evan could hardly concentrate sufficiently to drive home to New Marseilles. There wasn’t anything about the day that he had anticipated. He’d always tried to live his life in an orderly manner, but what had happened at the office had been so thoroughly unexpected that he could not entirely comprehend it.
I knew that Jared was a sub, Evan thought. I knew from almost the moment that I met him. I could see it in his eyes the first time we looked at each other. But then to watch and hear him talking about Adam and Michael with such praise put an end to any doubt.
Evan didn’t begrudge Jared for his affairs. Quite the opposite, in fact. Given the chance, who wouldn’t gladly have an affair with two handsome men? And from the way that Jared talked, it certainly seemed as though he was being treated respectfully. Perhaps lovingly was a more accurate word.
Evan remembered looking into Adam’s eyes when they had been introduced, and he sensed immediately that Adam was a Dom. But more than just a Dom, an Alpha Dom—the highest of the high, the most powerful of all. He answered to no one other than himself. He was at the top of the mountain, and he knew it. And so did everyone else in his world. He wrote all the rules. He made all the key decisions. He answered to no one.
The thought of being his sub made Evan tremble as he pulled his car into the parking lot of the Alligator Bay Motel, and turned off the engine, which had nearly 200,000 miles on it. The engine made several strange sounds before it finally quieted completely.
He realized that he wasn’t going to spend any time tonight with his friends, which he usually did when he got home. They were his constant companions, but they wouldn’t be on this night. Tonight, Evan would be alone with his computer…and he’d be visiting the websites that he only went to on special occasions. The ones where he entertained his voyeuristic fantasies, and indulged in more than just a little self-pleasuring.
Blowbang or gangbang? Evan asked himself as he hurried to his small but comfortable apartment. He sure as hell wasn’t looking for a video romance. There were a number of gay websites that he frequented, and all of them had search engines that could give him precisely the erotic videos that he was in the mood for on any given evening.
Blowbang, Evan thought then, answering his own question declaratively. He wanted to envision himself on his knees in front of a mass of men, being foisted into giving them all satisfaction, swallowing climax after climax. This was a dominance and submission night if ever there was one.
He didn’t really want to do that to all those men, of course, but fantasies don’t necessarily represent the truest desires of the person who has that fantasy.
Desires were especially erotic because they were forbidden—and because they’d never really happen.
Evan felt his cock begin to harden, and he wasn’t happy about it. Evan saw that his friends were already in their chair on the upper deck of the motel, and each of them held a sixteen-ounce can of Miller Lite beer, and were talking amiably.
His friends had called him earlier to find out when he’d be home, and he’d been vague in his reply. He needed time to think, and to do that, he needed to be alone.
Not tonight, Evan thought as he hurried to the front door of his apartment. Tonight I need to be alone with my computer and my special websites.
He felt an almost surreal sense of relief when neither of his friends noticed him before he got into his own apartment. Once inside, he locked the door, then leaned back against it. He closed his eyes as relief washed over him, and he breathed deeply for several seconds. He did what he could to ease the tensions of the day, but nothing could take away the memory of watching Jared giving blow jobs to Adam and Michael. Even more significantly, nothing could make him forget what it had been like to be looking into Adam’s dark, glittering eyes as the man he now worked for came in Jared’s mouth.
I’ll bet Adam comes a lot, Evan thought, then immediately castigated himself for such a libidinous thought. He knew he shouldn’t think such things…but still, a man’s curiosity did travel into territories that weren’t always comfortable.
Evan stripped off his clothes immediately, tossing them onto the narrow, single mattress that constituted his nightly bed. He had occupied that bed—quite alone—for many months now. It wasn’t a sexual situation he was happy with, but the alternative—promiscuity—was even less appealing, and had with it the emotional dangers that Evan didn’t want to contemplate. He’d had his heart ripped to pieces a few too many times already in his young life, and they were experiences he didn’t want to live through again.
